yes imma smooth fuccin criminal imma spit at you, no need for subliminals, uh nigga enough is enough soon as the sun goes down imma light you niggas up lyrics is gone talent don't exist everybody leanin reciting words from out da cup swag is gone and now you niggaz drippen I dig it cuzz you niggaz sound like leaking faucets destroying music you niggaz is fashion week worried bout your wardrobe and your hair getting died having dreds don't make you star illuminati watching making sure niggaz is bent over and sliding down stripper poles with red ass corn rows and shit muthafuckas got kids they trying to raise and shit I know times has changed but got Damm imma dike but nigga wrong is wrong and right is right im sicc of it please believe a nigga ain't perfect but common since can go a long way these music companies got you niggaz slaved all money ain't good money I'd rather hood money any day we being robbed of our foundation that's why I'm spitting to my blacc nation let's go to war fucc these corporations blacc be the soul of this whole nation